Crippling Love

What is love?

What is love?

What is love?

How many times have I asked myself that question? I have try to avoided altogether. I have tried to see it as something outside of myself when I am entirely made of it. I thought it was a choice to love or not to love but it is becoming more obvious, there is really not a choice. I am made of love and so I must  love.

And if love is to make any sense for the one that loves, the love should be returned in some way. I haven’t had the pleasure of being in love for quite some time now. It has all been unrequited love for me which is something but not quite what one needs.

What is love but part of the human experience? Not even that, I would bet all animals feel love. Albeit, love is just chemicals in our brains. And our brains are a big part of who we are.

Ultimately I don’t know about what makes humans or animals all I know is I want to love. I haven’t loved and so I am sad. I’ve been lonely for more than 10 years now. That is, I haven’t dated anybody. Interesting fact of the smartest person in the world.

Is there somebody to touch my heart whom I can do the same trick for? I have knocked several doors but nobody opened. In fact, “go away” they said…to give them credit, they said it in the nicest way possible.

What is love then? But us. What am I but human? Why then should I run from it? Instead one should open up one’s heart and be hopeful to receive one of these days.

What is the smartest way to love? To know and let yourself be known. To prosper together in the relationship and as individuals. And a million other things that which only an attitude of hard work and belief could accomplish.

Love, the most ephemeral of feelings. It doesn’t have to not last if it is done the right way. I will choose to believe that. And that it is achievable if one opens up.






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